I hate you. I fucking hate you. I swear to god I hate you more than everything else in this fucking godforsaken universe. You ruined my fucking life.
FIRE BALL illust:大友克洋 / katsuhiro OTOMO ぱふ 1979年7月号掲載
I'm filled with divine love and undying rage
I feel this. I'm filled with love, soft and sweet--caressing and empathetic almost to a fault. My tears falling for people I do not know and words I fail to say. I want more strong, steadiness in that divine love and will it to be loving toward myself as well, holy and pure to myself and my body-- every imperfection.
Simultaneously I'm trying to store that deep rooted carnal rage somewhere else-- in times when I need to dig deep, find my courage, voice, and shaking hands turn firm and clenched white bone with powerful confidence.
Because too often have I not loved myself enough, and gave myself fully and unconsciously to others who were not kind.
Too often have I lashed out too violently, and left hot wounds that guilt couldn't take back.
It hurts
My heart feels like its rotting!!
A S
Y O U
W I S H.
me: *talks about something im excited/passionate about*
literally everyone ever: